Just because there are no photographs to corroborate this story, does not mean it didn't happen.
Wood stacking day/night from a couple of years ago.
Every year, at about this time, I have my winter fireplace wood delivered. It's a thing. In fact, it's exactly the same amount of a thing as delivering a baby. I say that with all the confidence of someone who has watched many television shows which feature babies being born. It invariably takes the length of time in between two commercial breaks.
Stacking 7 cords of wood on the other hand takes much longer and nobody stops to ask if you'd like an epidural. Which I would said yes to because that's the logical answer to whenever anyone asks you if you'd like an epidural. Yes, please, I'd like two.
To give you an idea of how much 7 cords of wood is, it's a very large pile. Large enough that you don't need to exaggerate its size. Also it doesn't change. You can pull wood out of it and stack it for hours on end and it will not get one square foot smaller.
I began my great wood adventure this year on a crisp Saturday morning. I worked all day and got 4 cords of wood moved from the road and driveway and into my backyard where I stacked it. When it was done, I came inside, had my dinner, went to bed and woke up to start doing it again.
Sunday morning meant another 3 cords of wood were being delivered because the theme of 2020 as we all know is Groundhog Day. I put my head down, hood up and started chipping away at the pile.
I was about an hour into my work when along came David.
Of course, at the time I didn't know his name was David, he was just a man motoring down the sidewalk towards me. Usually when I'm working like this I don't want to stop and talk to anyone. I just want to keep working so I can go inside drink hot chocolate and not vacuum.
But this day I stopped to talk because the man heading towards me didn't go around me, didn't cross the street and didn't look like he was going to be deterred. He stopped right in front of me and my wheelbarrow and said That's a good amount of wood you have there! I just chopped and stacked 3 cords myself.
I told him I was doing 3 cords today and did 4 yesterday. This made his face light up and the man said You're my kindda woman! Who do you get your wood from? What do you pay for it? Have you seen those wood stacking kits you use with 2x4s? I got a bunch of those this year and they were worth every cent. Do you ever have to split the wood or do you just throw it in full sized like that?
I think I forgot to mention that during this it was cold, raining, I was completely soaked, my hands were frozen, I was pushing a wheelbarrow full of wood and was also on the phone with my mother.
But I kept talking to him because it seemed like he felt like talking and much to my surprise I was liking talking to him. (There's another man who walks around the neighbourhood who wouldn't know anything about wood and very probably would be the type who converted his wood fireplace into a spin out cocktail bar that opened when you pushed a button.) At the very least this other man would definitely hire someone to stack his wood. I wouldn't have liked talking to him.
We discussed the wood and the benefits of a good splitting axe. We also talked about how the cost of wood is worth it because it's a form of entertainment in the winter and stacking wood can actually be very cathartic. This is when I found out his name was David. We were speaking long enough that it seemed logical that I ask his name and where he lived.
I'm David and I live in the board and batten house a couple of blocks over, I walk every day for 35 minutes and when I go home from here I'm going to split some wood, light the fire and watch some football. I had a stroke last year and I used to walk an hour a day but I lost too much weight exercising so much so now I'm trying to put some back on because my pants are too loose.
I commented that I was sorry about his stroke and asked how old he was. I'm 92 said David.
I blinked. A few times. Then I said way too loud "YOU'RE 92??" At this point I was somehow reminded that I still had my phone to my ear and I pointed to the phone in my hand and said Sorry, I'm just on the phone with my mother.
This interested David quite a bit. How old is your mother? What's her name? Would she like to come for a visit? I used to have a lady friend and we travelled around Europe for 12 years, but then she moved to Toronto. I like visitors. I'm just around the corner. Ask her. Does she want to come?
I immediately formulated a plan to move my mother to Toronto, if it turned out to be necessary.
I could hear my mother on the other end of the phone laughing and giggling.
Ohforcrissakes.
Being the only adult in the room apparently I gently reminded David that he couldn't visit with my mother whom he didn't know, had never seen and hadn't even heard of until 3.5 seconds ago - because of Coronavirus.
I'LL WEAR A MASK.
Yup. That was a logical response. A back and forth went on for a bit and I convinced him, I didn't think my mother was going to be coming to visit him that day so he should probably just split his wood and watch football. Not to be deterred he kept up his line of questioning and while pointing at the phone asked Is she slim?
As he smiled and started off on his way back home I watched him go and laughed. My mother was on the phone laughing too. All of us thought the entire episode it was just hilarious.
The whole thing put me in a good mood and helped me barrel through the rest of the day moving wood and stacking it. Around 4 o'clock I finished up and went inside to make my hot chocolate and not vacuum, wondering if I'd ever see David again.
That question was answered the next morning when David knocked on my door.
He wanted to let me know that if I had any wood that was too big to split on my own, to set it aside and he would do it for me. 92 year old David offered me an epidural.
I didn't accept his help. I thanked him but said it was O.K., I didn't need help. I said it nicely. And I've regretted it since.
So I'm going to keep an eye out for David and set aside some logs.
Because one of the best gifts you can give someone this holiday season is letting them know they're needed.
As you know, I stacked wood but I did a few other things too. A friend came over this week and he asked if I knew of any way he could grow herbs all winter long if he didn't have a sunny window. YES! YES I DO!! This is also a good reminder that the Aerogarden makes a really good holiday present. How to stack a bush cord of wood without a rack using wood columns. The massive dinosaur kale in my front yard is now ready for picking and eating throughout the winter. It's full of little holes which don't bother me. What DOES bother me is the reason for those little holes, cabbage moth caterpillars. Kale is very susceptible to them. So this week I sprayed my kale with BTK (a natural bacterial insecticide that kills only caterpillars). After a week or so I can be sure the worms on the leaves will have died and fallen off the leaves so I can bring it in and eat it throughout November and December without worrying about eating worms. I, like you, have been making my way through this year's Christmas Pledge! If you follow my calendar you know today was shop local day and tomorrow is assess your wrapping situation day! If you haven't printed out the calendar yet, do it now! Early in the week (or maybe next week) I'll be digging up my dahlias and dividing them which is a cold miserable job, but NOW is the time to do it. My plants were killed by frost a week ago. So if you grew dahlias and you want to save the tubers get it done. If the plants have died back (from a frost or otherwise) you need to get digging. I started a NEW starter this week from a dehydrated starter I bought online. You can get your own here from the Kensington Sourdough in Toronto if you'd like. It's a descendant of the original 150 year old San Fransisco starter (apparently). I'm comparing it to a starter I began a few weeks ago with the rye I picked and ground this summer. My garden is loaded with full sized heads of romaine that I started on August 3rd. So I've been eating a lot of caesar salad .What I did the past week.
Is it Possible to Grow Tomatoes Indoors All Winter? Yep!
How to Stack Wood. With or Without a Rack.
Vegetable Garden Pests & How to Kill 'em
The Christmas Pledge 2020.
How to Dig, Divide & Store Dahlia Tubers.
The Rise & Fall of Sourdough Starter. | The History & Recipe
Classic Caesar Salad. Please Don't Buy That Crap in a Jar
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Christina Contri
And we need you, Karen!
Carol
Hey Karen, like they said, what a great story! We need all the heart-warming we can get these days. We need, also, to know that we can possibly truck into our 90s if we continue to move and labor. Finally, helping others is one of the best therapies in the world and saying yes to someone's offer of help can be a kindness too. Of course, be careful. Thank you for your posts. I look forward to them.
Erin Prohaska
Love this post! ❤️
nan
Delightful story. Thanks.
Nancy Ann Page
---Never mind about David - is that ivy growing on your roof?? It's growing all over the exterior of my house! At first, I thought it was cute in an English cottagey kind of way, boy that was stupid, I live in Florida -(not a native - me- not the crazy ivy). It has exloded and now my house looks like one of those little Hobbit houses totally covered in ivy and I've lost complete control...well, I never had any control. Actually, I could hire David, there aren't any Davids around here...alas...would you have any suggestions???
Vikki
Our neighborhood David is Gus. What I admire the most about Gus is that he has lived 92 years (and not all of them good ones!) and is still a cheerful, upbeat man. He is a Gift! He is my Hero.
Petra
Awww. Such a delight to meet real people like David. Enthusiastic about life at 92. Nice to be reminded that life is good and beautiful even if it's hard work sometimes. Yeah, and being needed is what keeps us together. Thanks for sharing this.
Heidi
Loved the story about the wood, David, & your mom❣️
Shellie
How sweet. You almost had me in tears Karen. Thanks for sharing!
Christine Hilton
One of your best! Thanks.
whitequeen96
What a lovely man! And not only are you lucky to have met him, he is truly lucky to have met you! Keeping an eye out for him and letting him know he's needed; you're a good woman, Karen!
You get a crown of stars for this one!
Kristen McGinnis
I love this post! I haven’t read your stuff in a while. You’ve captured my heart again!
Karen
:) Welcome back. ~ karen!
Melody Wright
Awww. Such a sweet story. I would have gladly helped you stack wood with NO epidural just to meet David. I'm 66 years old, retired from the USPS, live in Florida and am slim. Hook me up! LOL
Virginia
Oh what a very lovely wood-stacking story. I had a neighbor who would have liked to offer similar help, but he didn’t get that far because he was drunk, and allowed himself to be escorted firmly from the premises. But I mostly want to say that I miss cutting, hauling, splitting, smelling and stacking wood SO MUCH! Not all by myself, all of those things, however, but with the help of neighbors, not drunk ones.
whitequeen96
Are you sure that's *all* he was offering? ;-)
Jody
David sounds lovely and just like my 90 yo father who still takes care of his big garden and cleans his own eaves. He got to 90 out of sheer stubbornness. He probably knows David and has coffee with him at TH.
JMC
Aww sweets thanks for the lovely story and wee cry. ❤️❤️🌻
Sheila Turchyn
Hi Karen,
Everyone needs a David now and then and I’m glad to hear your lovely David story. That made my day! Thank you.
Also: kale. Mine is on steroids and I don’t know wth to do with it all . Any thoughts?? I hate to toss it but don’t think it keeps all
Winter!!
Also, thx for the holiday planner. I’m on it, although a little late.
Keep up the good work!
Sheila
Karen
HI Sheila! Just leave the kale in your garden. It'll do fine and depending on the variety will last as long as january or february. It won't grow but it'll stay alive. If you really want to keep it in good shape, put something around it to block the wind. Wind is more stressful and damaging to it than cold. ~ karen!
Marilyn
David sounds like my kinda guy ...good call to look out for him . Everyone needs to be needed.
Laura Bee
Oh my heart. You're so right. And hoe lucky to have met David. My 92 year old neighbour and her son moved this summer as the house was getting to be too much for them to manage. I miss them so much. Maybe it's because my grandparents have all passed but in the last few years I find myself seeking the stories and words of advice from that generation more than ever.
Danni
Reminds me of my husbands uncle Flash. He would visit me most every morning at my storefront on Main Street and have coffee with a bit of brandy to keep the blood flowing. He was a genuinely great guy and funny as all hell. I miss that man a lot. Very grateful he thought enough of me to add me to his daily wanderings.
You add that gem to your quaran-team and get your mom over. A bit of brandy spiked hot chocolate on the porch on a cold day would be the thing!